LUCIEN POVThe words struck harder than I expected.He's not my brother, he's an orphan who ruined my life.I had prepared for the worst, but hatred shaped by pain carried a different scent, even under blockers.Across the table, Eli's face remained cold, but his eyes had changed. There was something unstable that began to rise, resentment, grief, shame sharpened into a weapon because the alternative was collapse.I kept both hands on the table, but under the booth, my body betrayed me.The contraction that had begun in my back tightened slowly, circling the front of my belly with a low, grinding force.I kept my body steady, so Eli won't notice."Rian was a child," I said."So was I."The answer came too fast.Eli's jaw flexed, and for one heartbeat he looked fifteen again beneath the polished bitterness: thin, defensive, desperate not to be seen needing anything.I didn't speak.But Eli kept talking."I was fifteen," Eli said. "Sick constantly, my lungs burned when the weather chang
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